And Then...

She crawled.

I wept.

Roy laughed.

The dogs freaked out.

My baby is mobile. 

Losin' It

Well everyone I made it!

 I made it to one month of working out with about 3 days of "rest." Rest, ha! Working where I work and getting to take the evening "off" to "rest" my muscles by not working out is pretty funny. You see, for the past week my company ran this special which made our drinks pretty cheap. Needless to say I was super exhausted after every ten hour day.  

Like this:

Cute right?!

Except....I am the mama which means I take care of the vast majority of house keeping and cooking. But, this is not a bitch sesh so let's get on to the fun stuff, yes?

Last Wednesday marked one month since I started working out with Nicole. Which inevitably meant that it was my time to weigh in/measure up. I was really worried about this because I am still breastfeeding so I was  freaking out thinking that I wasn't going to be able to cut calories and still provide Aubrey with quality breastmilk. But....

Drum roll please......................................................

I lost FIVE POUNDS and FIVE PERCENT body fat! I lost everywhere except for my thighs and calves, surprise surprise. My lower body has always been quite stubborn. I feel great but I have yet to look at myself in the mirror which means that I still have quite a bit of work left to do. But, great news, I am finally feeling that committed feeling where if I am not going to the gym or walking up the local mountain I feel like I have to do something. 

I haven't taken a picture yet. I plan to take one once I hit the ten pound mark and then pull up an older photo just for comparison. I can't even begin to tell you how proud of myself I am. I feel good and not to toot my own horn or anything but I have been noticing the looks I have been getting. You know, the ones where you can feel the dudes checking you out and it makes you feel a-ma-zing? Yep, those ones.

So here's to the revival of Monday Meltdowns with Mama. And creating a healthier mama who feels great and can model a healthy self-esteem for this little munchkin:

Until next time,

 

8 Months

My dearest Aubrey Rose,

You are eight months old and I cannot believe how quickly time has flown by. There simply are not words to tell you how spectacular this time with you has been. Being your mama has been everything I expected and more.

You have accomplished quite a bit since the last letter I wrote to you.

You can:

• Go from rolling around to sitting back up. You haven't quite mastered sitting up from laying down but you are getting there.
• Wave bye bye. You don't do it all of the time but you can do it!
• You started crawling yesterday. I can only imagine the fun that is going to come of this.
• I can see the beginning of a tooth! Papa doesn't believe me but I know what I see : )
• When I come home from work you sometimes say "Ma" 
• You love to eat, still!
• You have been taking a couple of steps when we hold you up. 

In a couple of week we will be going on a vacation to San Francisco. Papa has never been and I haven't been since I was about 11 years old so it'll be interesting to see how that goes. I can't wait.

I know I say it all of the time but I am not ready for you to be so big. As much as I love this fantastic little person you are becoming, I miss the little cuddle bug baby I once had. You are so active, it's crazy. 

I love you so much. I love the person you are becoming and I am excited to see what this next month brings us.

I love you, my Little Bird.

Love,

Mama

Bird Photos

Happy eight months to the most beautiful Bird I know! 

I love you more than I thought I could ever love someone. 

You never cease to amaze me!

Do we really have to do this?

*The dog was hanging out on the side* 

She is really making me do this right now, isn't she?

The classic Aubrey look

Looks like she is about to crawl, huh?

And....that's a wrap!

Eight month letter to come shortly!

Living and Loving

This Mama is..........EXHAUSTED. But what else is new?

I cannot, simply cannot, get over the fact that my sweet little Bird is about to be eight months old. I know I say this every month but why does it have to go so quickly?
I mean, really?
She has gone from this:

To this:

To this:

To this:

All in a blink of an eye.

Everyone is asking about the birthday party.

 And that question is typically followed by some variation of "when is the next one to be expected?"

Their question is usually met with my jaw dropping and then I start going on about VBACs typically at which point they either a) stop the conversation or b) have some sort of horror story about VBACs or c) are very encouraging and we have a great conversation.

Honestly, I don't know if I have mentioned this but I wouldn't mind if I got pregnant again.I love Aubrey Rose so, so much and I'd love to give her a brother or sister. But we are in no way trying to have another baby. We are sticking with if it happens it happens. 

That is my story and I am sticking to it.